Eighteen

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Hobi can come back every day again.

It makes me happy everyday.

Knowing he will come.

I like his light brown hair.

His dark half moon eyes.

His warm, sunshine like smile.

I like it when he comes.

"How are you?"

"I feel less sick."

"Good! You're getting better."

That made me smile.

Even though that's not necessarily true.

He shifted awkwardly.

"I'm... I'm trying to raise money."

"Money?"

"I want to donate money so your family has an easier time paying for the surgery."

My heart melted.

"Thank you."

I didn't know what else to say.

I love you?

You are the most amazing person I know?

I don't know.

He smiled a heart shaped smile.

"Oh!"

He pulled out his sketchbook from his bag.

"I saw more butterflies today. They were flying outside the window during my math class."

The page was filled with butterflies.

Red, Blue, Orange.

He had even drawn me and him there, with butterflies on our fingers.

"Can I... keep this one?"

"Sure!"

He ripped the page and gave it to me.

I folded it and hid it under the stuffed bunny.

He laughed.

"Did you name him?"

"Yeah. His name is Hope."

He looked at me with something more than happiness in his eyes.

"That's a perfect name."

Hope.

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